Su Ping remembered the look in his father Su Anyong's eyes a few days ago.
And the words he could not help saying with feeling after hearing Xiao Qing's name:
"Son, when you fight Beast Tamers with plant or Wood Element pet beasts in the future, you'd better not call the little fellow's name out loud to give commands. Just use the Soul Contract.
"Otherwise, the opposing pet beast might not know who you're calling, because its own nickname might be the same!"
The reason Su Ping had not missed that old geezer in the slightest since he left was that damned, endlessly running mouth of his.
Still, the old man had a point.
Xiao Qing was far too common a name. Of course, changing Xiao Qing's name now was impossible, so he would have to put some fresh effort into naming his second pet beast.
Thus, as Little Paper Figure opened its eyes in bewilderment, Su Ping cleared his throat:
"Since you've officially become my core disciple today, it's time I gave you a proper name!"
"Wuwa? (A name?)"
Little Paper Figure froze briefly, then its eyes suddenly lit up.
Quite literally:
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"Wuwa! (A name!)"
"Wu... wa? (Dongfang... Chuixue?)"
Oh no!
A bad feeling suddenly rose in Su Ping's heart.
From ancient times to the present, which swordsman in film or television had ever had a normal name?
And obviously, giving those names to pet beasts might otherwise have been fine.
When Su Anyong returned, finding out that he had contracted a Paper-Folding Man would be one thing. But if he learned that this Paper-Folding Man was named "Dongfang Chuixue," Su Ping could already picture exactly how his father would look and behave!
As though some terrifying scene had come to mind, Su Ping shuddered and hastily shook